Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 19

Trevon leaned lazily against the corner of the elevator, and his eyes fixed on Natalie, who was unsteady on her feet. The image of her surprising the whole scene came to his mind. He gritted his teeth and said. “You’re quite something.”

However, Natalie was now suffering from the aftereffects of her drunk and did not know that Trevon was talking to her. She was a behaved drinker and would not make any noise after getting drunk. It was just that her feet felt light when walking, as if she was stepping on a cloud, floating.

With a stagger, she was about to fall toward the elevator. But at the same time, a large, strong palm wrapped around her slender, soft waist.

Trevon inexplicably felt his palm very hot. Natalie’s dress was so thin that Trevon could feel the warmth and softness of her skin, and her waist was slender enough to be held by one hand.

He looked at her with obscure eyes.

At this moment, Jim, who held on to his breath and tried to reduce his presence, thought that Trevon still cared about Natalie. At least he did not leave her behind.

The moment the elevator door opened, Jim quickly fled to the car.

He drove the car to the nearest location of the elevator and got out to open the car door for Trevon. Then he went straight to the driver’s seat and raised the fender between the front and rear seats without thinking.

Jim complained deep down, “Life is really too hard.”

In the back seat, Natalie was drowsy. She scratched her face, which was a bit itchy, and always felt something like the fine hair sliding around her face.

She kept scratching her face again and again, but it was still itchy. This action attracted the man’s attention. He stretched out his well–defined fingers to help her pluck the loose hair on her face behind her ear.

After that, Natalie fell asleep quietly against the car window.

Trevon stared quietly at the side–view of her face and muttered, “At least she didn’t make a fuss after drinking.”

Jim arrived at the Adare Manor as quickly as possible. He got out of the car, opened the back car door, and respectfully asked, “Do you want to get out of the car, Mr. Wilson?”

Trevon replied coolly, “What do you think?”

Jim scratched his head and hesitantly asked, “Should I wake up Mrs. Wilson? She’s asleep. Or Mr. Wilson, will you… carry her in…” The last three words were said in an extremely low voice.

carefree sleep in the car. His eyebrows knitted together, and a headache came up to him. He had never carried any woman before,

to the agreement,

serious? That is your wife, not mine. Do you think I dare

took a moment to comply, he said to himself again. “Forget it.

to pick up Natalie, who was still asleep and was jolted by the cold wind. She subconsciously leaned toward the heat source around her, and her hands

would have thrown her to the ground without hesitation.

was obviously seduction. Trevon was a little distracted and hot, just

house..

a picture of them. He said inwardly, “What a match

Mrs. Wilson, who can be cool and sassy but also gentle and quiet. And she can even change at any time.”

Natalie gently on the bed. When he tried to get up, he found that his neck was wrapped by her arms, and he

helplessly and tried to wake her up. “Natalie, let

remained wrapped around his neck. The sleeping woman thought

His breathing stopped for a moment, and he

the woman must have

and continued sleeping,

a gloomy gaze as if she was prey and wanted to rush over and rip her. However, the woman was still sound asleep on the bed in

a little hard to accept that his body had some kind of reaction it. Could it be that he was aroused because of

a kiss. It could only be considered a light touch between

the covers over and indifferently put them on her. Then he turned around and went back to his room to

shower.

Sherri was still so excited and

you got her

to drink. If he had known that this woman would make such a big

the initiative to come up to him

madness. This was just the beginning, not the end.

can we go back now?” This woman is Athana’s Landor family’s honored daughter. He couldn’t beat her up or be rude. to her, or Edward would surely teach

urged, “Can you

consumed with no patience and went straight to the dance floor to carry Sherri

both hands, screaming. I don’t want to go back! I want to dance! Who are